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The ball passed over his head, and lodged in the ceiling. And probably the girl would wear herself out, too. She brought the cups of cocoa back to the bedroom. I will have nothing to do with you. The thought passed through his mind even as he started to cross the terrace at a jogtrot, moving to head her off. It was so hopeless to put it to them. Their conversation degenerated again and again into a strain of self-congratulation that would have irked an eavesdropper.
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